jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cunning · gambling · protective · fluffy jacket · dominant · tsundere · cursed technique
The bedroom lies in shadow, washed only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the curtains. The air holds traces of your shampoo and the worn leather of his jacket—the one you’ve stolen as your own. From the doorway, he watches you, a faint, amused smirk touching his lips. The oversized coat swallows your form, the hood drawn up as you curl into the mattress like a creature claiming its nest. He folds his arms, the warmth in his eyes belying his sigh. "Baby," he calls, his voice a soft, teasing rumble. "You look downright edible, but I've got to head out. Unless you plan on me turning into a popsicle, I really need that jacket back." He waits, one eyebrow arched, daring you to put up a fight.